Thursday, August 9, 2012

1.I think I have started to make up for the last 4
years lack of sleep, I ain’t sayin’ I’m done but I think I can start to
ease up.

2. I feel physically good, really good; I can take the long way around
and enjoy it. I have energy to spare, which leads me to

3. I think I have finally got the hang of watering plants and I like it.
I have developed a habit; whenever I get home from work I water my
plants. Sometimes I do it on the way from the car to the house in my
suit carrying my bag whatever damn thing I am lugging around. Nowhere in
my life at the moment is there a more enjoyable yet tricky thing as
container gardening on a mostly full sun very pale ass grey patio in
Houston, TX, oh and did I mention it is the month that the devil
vacations here for the warmth.

I have a motley crew, I mean a diverse array, of plants, actually some
of them are mine and some I’m takin’ care of for Kelly. He has this
almost 15 year old kumquat that is taller than me and tough as an Irish
grandma.- thank you evolutionary process for that one. Anyway, there
are a few hibiscus, an orange cosmo, some succulents,- hen and chick in a
really cool hand made pot. The best part, at least to me, is that
there is a trellis with vining moon flower by night with their huge
leathery blossoms and luscious purple Grampa Ott morning glories by
morning. (Thank you Bit aka Cath for introducing me to this variety) In
this mix I also have 2 elephant ears in pots, Google those bitches.
They have HUGE leaves, seriously you could make big girl Betti Page
outfits out of them. They are in too small pots so their roots are
climbing out the top, I love how it looks even though I know I am
sacrificing leaf size for it. One is an almost black dusky green with
burgundy veins and stalk, and the other is almost emerald green and a
pale yellow green. They run a close second to the trellis.

So because I love this bit of garden I must water it. Historically I
have been horrible at watering my plants. I mean to
always-do-it-no-matter-what, I do. Somehow stuff comes up, extra hours
at the second job, getting to see my friends, spending the night away on
a lark.

Well, I have figured out the (obvious to more experienced container
gardeners) secret, not only do the plants communicate clearly how often
they need water, they are, mostly, a tiny bit forgiving, except for the
succulents who are the Blessed Mother Theresa plants in the kindness
they show my ways. Now I can look at them and know who needs water
today NO-MATTER-WHAT, I have only had1 causality, a vine wild picked, it
lasted about 8 months, not too bad. Fortunately the source vine is
growing up my fence and I can try again.

4. Letting go and just being or I think it is alright to take a breath,
do it with me now, in through the nose, as deep as you can, hold it for a
second and now blow slow out your mouth with a relaxed jaw, . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
touch wood, you know, just in case.

5. The illusion of control and why my ego won’t shut the fuck up already . . . geeze

6. Realizing the efficient well researched approach to releasing desire
is in fact an illustration of desire. I think there is probably an
ancient Buddhist story/parable about that somewhere.